Note: I adapted the poem from a 1706 play called "The Recruiting Officer". By George Farquhar. Though it is originally from that play, many of you may recognize it from a popular movie series that I also quite like. Raisel will be getting some next chapter, promise.
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"One last time before you leave the city? Our women are beautiful and varied for all your tastes!" Encouraged a sensual voice that a certain young man could hear out of the corner of his ear. That same man perked his ears at the words and cocked his head towards the voice.
The woman who said this was a beautiful and curvy raven-haired human lass. "Hmmm, why not? I'll be leaving for the High Mountains soon enough. And I doubt there'll be as many women as pretty as you out there, I'm Arvad." Said smooth voice that didn't waver in the slightest during his flirtatious comments. He was fully aware that he was flirting with a prostitute, and an attractive one at that, and did not seem to mind paying for one. He had money to spare, and there was no point in keeping it between trips, at least that was Arvad's policy.
"Splendid, please follow me sir." The raven-haired beauty led Arvad into a nearby brothel, which had prostitutes and clients loitering around alike.
This particular brothel was a popular one, as it was known to have many beautiful women and none of them were all that expensive. In the capital city of Alduin, like most human cities, there were many brothels of all types. Some establishments served the normal sexual encounters, and others catering to the more unique experiences of all types of fetishes and more. Arvad surveyed the establishment, it seemed normal in a sense, as far as normal could be placed to brothels. Lush awnings covered the open sides of the building, each had morning glory draped over the side giving a gardenesque appeal. Audible sounds of ecstatic moans could be heard from the insides.
The raven-haired beauty took Arvad by the hand and pulled him in while also eyeing him seductively. Arvad was one of those people who always fell for this ploy. As long as if he had the money, and if the courtesans made an effort, Arvad would be seduced into paying for one of them, well, one of the pretty ones.
"See any of our fine ladies that strikes your fancy? Sir Knight?" She made a gesture that swept across the entirety of the inside of the building like it was a panorama.
"Ah, I'm not a knight, just Arvad Eversoul." Arvad worked his eyes quite a bit, ogling all of the working women in the establishment that were flirting, deceiving, and toying with the other patrons.
He also took a good look at the woman who led him into this building in the first place: Along with her beautiful, silky raven hair, she had a lithe body that practically begged for sex. She was round in all the right places, but not terribly large, but that also accentuated her slender beauty. Radiant light green eyes rested in her sockets, staring straight back at Arvad. She faked a blush and giggled at Arvad's attention towards her. Arvad raised an eyebrow as if he was performing a complex signal, which the courtesan seemed to understand.
"I'm quite honored Sir Arvad, I'm Kala. And you don't need to be a knight to be called 'sir', don't you?" Then she glanced upwards inquisitively, as if she remembered something.
Arvad Eversoul? Just where did she hear that name before? He couldn't be THAT Arvad Eversoul, that strange mercenary of rumors. It was said that he single handedly wiped out a notorious group of terrorists at the barter's auction several days ago, with a variety of strange weapons.
Kala then took her turn, surveying the handsome, armed man before her. He wore light leather padding, armor only meant for fast speed and lessening the damage when hit, not actual protection. The only weapons she saw on him, was a set of knives along his belt, each with a strange design that she had never seen before on any type of knife. Kala wasn't afraid of Arvad, actually, she was quite awed, in a sense. If this man was the Arvad Eversoul of the rumors... Well, she could brag about this to her friends.
In any case, it was time for work...
Putting on her best seduction face and demeanor, Kala said, "I would be honored to please you to the best of my abilities. May I ask what kind of service you wish?"
"Well, I'm kind of in a hurry, but I've got time. Something quick? I need to get to my charge so I can protect her to the High Mountains." Said Arvad indifferently, though with a slight grin coming out of the side of his mouth.
Whoever this lady was, she was quite lucky, thought Kala. "Well, if I may be bold, I am quite confident of my mouth. This'll be fifty-five meros."
Arvad handed Kala the money as they walked behind a lavish, pink curtain, which Kala closed once both persons were situated inside the cozy alcove.
Kala pushed Arvad onto a cushioned bench, one that was meant for this sort of activity. Kala straddled Arvad, dry humping his groin with her round hips. While on his body, Kala teasingly groped her own breasts which were bound in two straps in a cross formation, leaving her much of her upper body open for prying eyes.
Kala saw a smirking face on Arvad, as he relaxed his arms behind his head in place of a pillow. She could feel Arvad's member stiffening behind the leather under her butt. In a seductive display, Kala lifted her legs off of Arvad, bringing them across his face, revealing her panties underneath as she moved herself down on the same level as his crotch. Pink was Kala's favorite color when it came to her lavish courtesan clothing, her dress was pink, her jewelry generally had a pink stone in them, and her underwear was a darker shade of pink which kept her pussy in a constant state of arousal as it teased her labia.
Daintily, Kala brought her hands over Arvad's covered crotch, teasing the dick through the leather. She bit her lower lip while also giving a dark, yet seductive glare up at Arvad. Her makeup gave a strange, sultry allure that seemed off on Kala, though it still aroused the shaft of the mercenary.
Kala, with help from Arvad, unbuckled the leather around Arvad's groin, leaving his shaft open for anyone to play with. Once free, the dick bounced out, hard from the teasing, and smacked Kala straight on the lips and nose. While she was surprised, Kala improvised and left a delicate kiss on the skin of the member. The kiss left behind a faint dark red mark on the dick.
Kala teased the skin around the shaft with her soft, thin fingers, tracing concentric circles with skill around the balls and shaft. Whenever one of her fingers came into contact with the base of the shaft, it twitched in surprise as if the cock had a mind of its own. Kala brought one hand down to the balls and tickled the sack underneath.
After her fingers were getting tired with the circles, she wrapped that hand around the base, slowly. Every action Kala made was as if time had slowed down, which she did when teasing was maximum priority. She wanted to pleasure Arvad to the best of her abilities, mainly out of a strange reverence for the famous mercenary.
She spat in her hands, slickening her palm and fingers in contact with the shaft. Kala let out a cute smile and licked the head of the shaft with the tip of her tongue, sending a jolt of sensation up to Arvad's tensed brain. Then, after waiting a few moments, Kala finally took action with her hands.
With firm and prompt movements, Kala stroked Arvad's cock with pure intent on giving maximum pleasure. Kala watched Arvad's expression as it turned from a smile into a grimace of pleasurable sensations. She fondled the balls, caressing them in a gentle massage as she continued to stroke the shaft's length. Whenever her hand reached the head, she tweaked it with her thumb, grazing the sensitive points.
Kala continued the forceful strokes with her hand, which was gaining in speed every couple seconds, though eventually, she decided that that was not enough. Bringing her head down, she stuck out her tongue, licking her teeth in a sultry gesture. She swiped her tongue across the head, licking around the sensitive flesh, paying attention to the pleasure points. She curled her tongue, enveloping and wrapping it around the head as continued her stroking with her hand.
Then suddenly, without warning, Kala released her hands, breathed in, joggled her saliva around, puckered her lips, and went down on Arvad's cock. Her luscious, red lips wrapped around Arvad's shaft lewdly, leaving dark red lipstick residue on his shaft each time she went back up.
She removed her ample breasts out of the straps binding them, leaving them to bare to the air. She squeezed them together, having the hard nipples rub together. She teased the balls with the nipples, poking them for added stimulation, rolling the balls around her erect nipples.
Closing her eyes, Kala sucked on Arvad's dick with speed, licking the length of the shaft with her tongue. Abandoning her usual finesse, Kala drew herself into the slutty movements of the more generic whores of the poorer brothels. While it may not be the most attractive way to bring a man to orgasm, it was the quickest way. Kala's logic figured that since Arvad had a limited time, if she made him climax once, and quickly at that, then he would have enough time for more than a blowjob.
Audible sounds of grunts could be heard from Arvad as Kala continued the lustful display. She could feel his shaft pulsing in her mouth, getting slightly bigger as semen filled his shaft. Then in one fell swoop, with a trained mouth; Kala forced her lips all the way down on the thick cock in her mouth.
Kala felt a hand grab the back of her head, pushing her head down on Arvad's member. She gagged slightly, but persevered as she forced the dick hit the back of her throat.
With her only warning a groan from Arvad, Kala felt the cock burst in her mouth, climaxing down her throat. She felt his warm seed fill her throat and enter her stomach, warming her from within. Withdrawing the shaft from her mouth, Kala kept the suction until the very end, cleaning Arvad's member of any semen seeping from the tip.
"Shall we continue, Sir?"
"Eh, I really should get going... But then again, I do like where I'm at right now. Yup! Time for more!" Arvad quipped back.
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"I must say... While it is quite the beautiful scenery, it's rather boring to trod along, kilometer after kilometer until he reach the mountains." Complained a young girl who had the visage and demeanor of a lady forcing herself to change from a lavish lifestyle to the tough life of a road traveler.
"Well, milady Raisel. There is plenty to do! You could read a book, we could play a game, maybe even practice some birdcalls? Here, let me show you something, two things actually." Said a hardened mercenary, a mercenary named Arvad Eversoul.
"You've piqued my interest, what might these things be?" Wondered Raisel. She turned her head towards Arvad, whom was leading the pack of three horses. Two horses carried himself and Raisel Tessiol, while the third strongly carried their belongings and necessities.
Arvad pulled out a slender tube, with an odd shape to one of the ends. Raisel looked it over to find that it was a whistle of some sorts. She listened as Arvad played two notes, each for at least four seconds. Raisel stared for awhile longer before opening her mouth, "That's not very interesting..."
"Ah, just wait. It takes a small while, at least thirty something seconds, sometimes less, sometimes more..." Arvad hummed a happy tune as Raisel waited his thirty seconds.
Lo and behold, something did appear around Arvad. Two winged bird like creatures appeared near him, flapping to his shoulders, each perching on a separate shoulder. "Here, let me introduce you to my pets, though I prefer to call them friends."
Arvad gesticulated towards the creature on the right. "This is Horo, he is a member of the Nightshade Owl species. While he is generally an exclusive night creature, he comes out in the day every now and then for food." Like he said, Horo resembled an owl, an owl with feathers as black as night, though with a purple tint. Its beak was sharper and longer than most owls. And its claws were wickedly sharp.
Arvad than positioned his hands toward the other creature, "And this is Ouro, he is a part of the Morningflower Bat species. He is generally a day animal, preferring to eat his fill before the night and sleeping until morning." Unlike most bats, this particular bat had albino fur. Its membranous wings extended outwards in a large arc. Its claws seemed even sharper than Horo. It had a dual set of deadly fangs that resembled rose thorns. Both creatures were deadly animals. "I like to use them every now and then for gathering information, scouting, hunting, messages, and many more. Hell, I've even had them kill a couple people. C'mon Horo; Ouro, say hello to Raisel Tessiol. Protect her from now on along with me."
Arvad raised his arm and pointed it towards Raisel. Both Horo and Ouro flapped towards Raisel and hovered around her head. Raisel was initially surprised and scared, but soon began to giggle under the creature's affectionate attention. Horo rubbed his feathery head against Raisel's cheek, tickling her elongated ear (she's a half-elf for those who didn't know). Ouro butted his head against Raisel's face, even licking her nose playfully.
